Seth Gueko ft Gradur - Chintawaz (English lyrics)

Intro :
Geah, Seth Guex
Saint-Ouen-L’Aumône tièks

1rst verse (Seth Gueko) :
I’m not your friend, so chill the fuck out
We’re deep like the Chinese population
God is great, I can testify to that
The rap game turned a bunch of street guys into uper-class bitches
We let our money stack, then we take a dive in the turquoise water
A man that pays his debts is a man that will get richer
You should do some cleaning around here, there’s a lot of traitors
Versace, Versace, the medusa will petrify you
She has eyes bigger than her pussy
(Like who ?) Like Anissa Kate
We can’t wait for things to pop off in Paris
Cops versus thugs, thugs shooting with rocket launchers (blaw)
If killing was legal, a lot of people wouldn’t be around anymore
The rap game’s G-string is streched out like a crossbow
I came to play some harp with it
I’ll stab you with the teeth of your fork
And then I’ll insult your mother like Gilles de la Tourette
I smack these bitches like Obélix, in order for them to respect me
And follow my every order
Real sized lamborghini, no Hot Wheels
The demand is increasing, the government is screwing us
Meanwhile a bunch of little faggots are starting to grow balls thanks to the internet
I’m a predator, with balls of gold and a heart of steel
My punchlines fall from the sky, all I have to do is pick them up off the ground
You know where to find us if your looking buy something
All the wheels of my cars are warped

Chorus :
I’m not your friend, so chill the fuck out
God is great, I can testify to that
We hustle hard like the chinese population
We hustle hard like the chinese population
We hustle had like the chinese population
I’m not your friend, so chill the fuck out
We hustle hard like the chinese population
God is great, I can testify to that
God is great, I can testify to that
I’m not your friend,so chill the fuck out

2nd verse (Gradur) :
I’m not your friend, so chill the fuck out
This weed is good, hook me up with a blunt
I accelerate and leave the cops behind on the asphalt
These sons of bitches can’t catch me
I’m riding around with a blunt in my mouth, I’m playing my position like Bahebeck
None of these bastards can fuck with me
The AK-47 will even rip trough your chest…even rip trough your chest
I’ll put my glock in your mouth and my dick in your pussy
If my weapons seems to be checking you out, that means that death is lurking around the corner
Sheguey Squad in your bedroom hustling, harder than the chinese population
Let me enter your pussy, I’ll do some cleaning inside of it
And I’ll smack you on your ass like Tyson, Tina Turner, Bobby Brown
I grab her by her ponytail, like a fish in the water, I have to go deep in it !
We hustle from morning, day, till night, for the money
I saw my fathers break their backs like slaves
For miserably low salaries, that’s hurtful
My dad would like to move back to the old country
My mom would like to see me become a father
The hype and the worries, the power, the success
These bitches would like the suck out the little hype that I have left in me
This sheguey is way too big to pay attention to all these low life niggas
I’m at the top of mount Everest
And I’m smoothing my FAMAS milli’s trigger with my index finger, it goes zdedededex